I have faith in humanity, though I despise people.
Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that all my friends use me,
The only people that care about me are my family.
Each day I find less and less reasons to stick around...
Who knows where I'll go, or if I'll even leave.
All I know is I don't want to be here anymore.
This world no longer holds any interest for me.
I'd gladly trade places with someone terminally ill.
They would get more use out of this life than I would.
I should be so lucky to die young.